Who'd have thought Sunday could be one of those, 'wow, I can't wait for Sunday' kind of days?
Well, it was last night. The Virtual Hotel Chelsea was rocking with its socks out, all over your face.
Yeah, don't remember that? Probably because you were passed out, and we totally stuck your undies in the freezer while we had wild lion sex on your bed. Oh yeah... you might want to wash your face before you head out of the house. We may or may not have written some tasteless face graffiti all over your sleeping visage.
Don't you wish you had been there for all the fun?